So you know how I"m red haired and have irish and stuff right? (wait, switch that, reverse it)

I wrote a shanty that is at least a little Celtic.
A bit more straightforward than the usual stuff.

Lyrics:
Frank Jaggerty was, a man who knew no
trouble no strife had he
befallen by riches kin to gods he
bought everything that he could see with a
with a ho and a hey and an out of my way
He dashed along the farthest reaches of the plains.

Aye, the father and the mother
Nearly fit to drown in Gin
Another one fails to quell their sorrow
Another sleepless night and a pale sunrise set to begin.
My Lands, My farms
All swept away without a cause
It’s hard to mourn the loss of life,
When you have no house to give your wife.

Frank Jaggerty came, a riddin’ from the
billowing west so fine
with leather black boots and a chain of gold and a
saddle bag filled with handsome wine
With a ho and a hey and an out of my way
He dashed along the farthest reaches of the plains.

Chorus

Frank Jaggerty said, “I’ve come to take what’s
yours and rightfully.”
A thousand dollars for your lot
Refuse and I’ll give your landlord three with a
with a ho and a hey and an out of my way
He bought and sold what little there was to me name

Chorus

Frank Jaggerty laughed, liquor spilling
Down his chin so red
he staggered out blindly to the street where a
Run away trolly took off his head with a
with a ho and a hey and an out of my way
He’s dashed along the sidewalks and the alley street

Chorus